Throw cares away

Random Snowy Saturday Update

Let's do this dance!

The first three pictures are of my office decorations. Nothing says "I'm here to listen" more than jarringly bright, slightly tacky Christmas decorations:) 

There is candy on this table. Which my clients either ignore or literally dump into their pockets. There is no one in the middle. 

The holiday tissues are for display only! If you must cry, I will get the non display tissues for you!

I wrote myself a Christmas card from Sugar and put it on this door so I wouldn't look so lame:)  

The hospital is right across from my office. (the one where James was born!) I love December because I have the perfect view of their Christmas lights from my office window. Which are kinda blocked by my large head. 

Tuesday ended up being a Snow day. I could have gotten into work (my dad was driving me- I'm such a feminist) but all of my clients cancelled. It was magical.

Danielle's kids had a snow day too so we stopped on the way back from my office and got them holiday donuts! I remember being so excited for snow days as a kid and I wanted to celebrate with them:)

In more important news, I GOT A PACKAGE FROM AUSTRALIA!! Thank you so much, Sarah!!!! We were all literally dancing around, looking at everything, eating chocolate pop rocks. I keep having to steal the magazine back from my dad! The Australian flags are above our entertainment center:) You are the BEST!! 

It's gingerbread 24-7 around here. 

Sugar in the Australian Santa hat!

My parents gingerbread houses are always better than mine. My dad has actually accused me of 'dragging the family name through the mud'.

I got George Clooney'd at work again. My coworkers are brilliant. I've got to get a plan together. 

They made me Rand Paul post it notes!!

I hope all of your holidays are merry and bright so far!!

Lori Ann

p.s.- If the ipod shuffler turns on ' top of the world' by the Carpenters one more time, I am going to scream!!!

p.p.s.- Tomorrow we will discuss how I have fallen off the wagon with my exercising again!!

Don't lie to me

Happy Birthday, Erin. 

Rather than a long, mildly disturbing birthday tribute, I decided that this quote really says everything that I want to say on your birthday.

You are an incredible person. 

You are kind.

You are hilarious.

You are insightful like no one I've ever known.  

Every single day I thank God for making us sisters.

Happy Birthday

 I hope you have an insanely awesome day and an even better year. 

And lastly,

Hey. Shut up.

your sister,

Lor

Anywhere I would have followed you

A wild and crazy Saturday Night Update

Tonight was the first branch Christmas Party we have had in a few years. Rumor has it there was some kind of politics or bad blood or apathy or lack of a branch activities leader that caused us not to have one in years past. I hope it was the bad blood.

I love going to church in my 'street clothes'. It reveals my edgier side. Look at the argyle, people. Nothing is edgier than argyle. 

The program was very cute.

I loved the kids choir. If you click on this you will see that every single kid has weird, devil eyes. Not sure what to make of that. 

I promised Danielle I wouldn't keep putting her kids out there on the Internet. But I could NOT resist this one!

Lori Ann

p.s.- I need to walk 8 miles tomorrow before the rain/snow/sleet gets here. I'm going to see if Danielle will do a rap battle with me when I get done the 8 miles. Just to keep it legit. 

If you want me to

This song is my newest obsession.

I'm going to add it to my 'suicide mix' (as Erin calls it)

I like the idea of calling up various acquaintances and playing this song. When they are like "dude, what's up with this?" I will just say "You know". And then hang up. 

On an unrelated note, I plan to be losing a lot of friends and acquaintances in the near future. 

T-minus 5 hours and 50 minutes until I am done work. *Pause*  Make that 4 hours and 20 minutes.

Work keeps interfering with my blogging  Gosh.

I've got 23 items on my weekend to do list.

Getting over this flu and off my anxiety meds has kicked my mania back in.

I like it.

Lori Ann

Her hands are all twisted

I don't know why but this is my favorite picture of my mother ever.


Today's topic: Friendship

My sister's can testify that I am either a horrible friend or an obsessive friend.

I either speak to you only when facebook reminds me it's your birthday
 (and sometimes not even then)

or

I email you 23 times a day.

I wish I could find some middle ground.

Because I think I exhaust people.

Either by negligence or by expecting too much.

I wish I were normal.

That I had a circle of maybe 10 good friends

50 'when you are in town let's hang out' friends

and 100

'Let's exchange Christmas cards and wedding invite' friendships.

But what I have is about 20 'I really should work harder on this friendship' friends
(ex comps, cousins, etc)

and about 200 ' I would defriend you but I'm too nosy' friends.

And my sisters.

Who are and always will be my very best frenemies.

But I've been thinking lately about adding legit friends to my life.

My therapist recommended it.

(is it just me or is it totally awesome to say "my therapist"? I get the same thrill when I talk about "my trainer")

We'll see how this goes.

Nos ir ya,

Lori Ann

That's who I am

When you click on the individual names, it tells you their birth and death date and where they lived

I've been home sick today. AGAIN. That's twice in less than two months. 

The end may be near, people.

Anyway, so I get bored when I am at home sick. It loses it's "I'm not at work" thrill after about 11 minutes.

So I found THIS. Which is actually part of THIS. 

My patriarchal blessing talks alot about me learning about and doing work for my ancestors. That they are waiting for and counting on me.

That's one of the reasons I asked for that DNA test for my birthday. 

I haven't done very well in this area.

I'm sad to say that I don't even really know that much about my grandparents. 

In the last few years I've learned that:

My grandpa Hinsdale was actually a Marine, not in the Air Force like I thought (though he was a pilot during the war) He had a Silver Star. My dad says he would never talk about the war.

My grandma Hinsdale was one of like 10 kids. But her dad left her mom and had 8 kids with someone else. Or something like that. Her only full brother was named David. Which is where my dad gets his name. 

My grandmom Wilson (mom's mom) was the oldest of 5. When she was very young her mother left the family and moved back to Ireland. She never saw her again and knows nothing about what happened to her. My grandmother was raised in foster care. My mom has never met her grandmother.

My grandfather Wilson's mom was married before she married his dad. She always told my mom that her first marriage was to a mobster. Which I think is probably the truth.

And that is just what I've learned about my grandparents. I can't imagine all that I don't know about my earlier family. I wish I knew something. Anything.

So, I know this 

and this

Other Random Things I know:

Hinsdales have been in America for over 400 years. Since the 1600's. My dad says they weren't on the Mayflower but probably the next ship over. I am probably somewhere between a 16th to 20th generation American.

Wilson's came over during the potato famine. I think.

I'm more Irish than anything else. 

In conclusion (of another rambling post): 

It's kind of odd the stuff you think about when you are sick. I've been thinking about my ancestors, Jake Gyllenhaal's hotness, learning to make cold hot chocolate, and how I can convince Sugar to wear a Santa suit. 

So, another amazing and productive sick day under my belt. 

Lori Ann

With the girl I love

                                         

 

Random Monday Night Updates

1. I think I have the flu. I feel dizzy, hot and cold, a little outside of my own body. It probably doesn't help that I've been taking myself on and off of my anxiety meds. 

2. Which I am officially off of now, thank you very much. Look for the crazy to be coming back to this blog soon!

3. I am still working on my marathon training blog. Try to hold back your excitement. 

4. I barely remember anything that happened at work today and I've only been home for an hour. 

5. I do remember using the 'F' word. Maybe this will just sound like a rationalization but my clinical supervisor told me that I need to be comfortable using bad language so my clients could feel not judged and use bad language if that's what their vernacular was. (Kind of similar to how I had to get comfortable talking about sex even though I'm not comfortable talking about sex) Up until I became a therapist I think I had said the F word once in my life. It still makes me feel weird and gross to say it. 

6. My therapist told me that I don't have friendship building skills. I'm trying to work on that. But as friendly as I may seem, I really don't trust people. 

7. I called and rescheduled all of my appointments for tomorrow. I am taking a sick day. I wonder if my clients thought it was weird that I was calling them from my office today to tell them that I would be out sick tomorrow? 

8. Just a heads up, if you ever get your autobiography published on Amazon, I will buy it. Then I will stay up all night reading it. Then talk to various people in my office about it. Beware. 

9. I told my mom that if this flu kills me I want Sugar to be buried with me like old Egyptian rulers had their families buried with them when they died. I wasn't surprised to hear my mother immediately say "Oh, I won't have a problem disposing of Sugar". 

Lori Ann